Install Steam
login
|
language
简体中文 (Simplified Chinese)
繁體中文 (Traditional Chinese)
日本語 (Japanese)
한국어 (Korean)
ไทย (Thai)
Български (Bulgarian)
Čeština (Czech)
Dansk (Danish)
Deutsch (German)
Español - España (Spanish - Spain)
Español - Latinoamérica (Spanish - Latin America)
Ελληνικά (Greek)
Français (French)
Italiano (Italian)
Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
Magyar (Hungarian)
Nederlands (Dutch)
Norsk (Norwegian)
Polski (Polish)
Português (Portuguese - Portugal)
Português - Brasil (Portuguese - Brazil)
Română (Romanian)
Русский (Russian)
Suomi (Finnish)
Svenska (Swedish)
Türkçe (Turkish)
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
Українська (Ukrainian)
Report a translation problem
Charging plasma batteries, I flip and burn with 4g's at the last terrified rapscallion. He slowly and gruesomely cooks to death in his own exotics hull, while desperately waiting for his mangled radiators to dissipate the heat, as even in space, it is impossible to cheat the laws of thermodynamics.
Just as Colonel Hanse Castillo intended.
A Hydra fleet breaks into low earth orbit. "What the devil?", as I grab my pion torch drive and UV phasers. Burn a golfball sized hole through the first corvette, it explodes on the spot. Draw my coil gun on the second ship, miss it entirely because it's a Mk1 and commit war crimes in Best Korea instead. I have to resort to the missiles mounted at the top of my Monitor-class's, loaded with antimatter warheads, "Tally ho lads", the antimatter annihilates the alien supercarrier into ultra hard radiation, the x-rays and charged particles flash fry the escorting hydras and turns the servants into blast shadows on their own bulkheads.
🔥🔥🔥 This dude is fire 🔥🔥🔥
❗️💯 Let’s be friends for future games 💯❗️
💎💎 Have a wonderful experience during each match💎💎
⚜️⚜️ Stay safe & take care⚜️⚜️
✅✅✅➕REP➕✅✅✅
🤤🤤🤤The profile is awesome🤤🤤🤤
════════════ 👑👑👑👑👑👑═════════════